Message-ID: <17899eli$9812090441@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "The Nomad" Subject: Sally Mae Gets Raped by Nomad (MF rape) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981208231224.25949.qmail@hotmail.com> This story contains graphic sexual content, as well as rape. It is not intended for anyone under the age of eighteen, or anyone living in a jurisdiction where such material is prohibited. Archiving on a free site is acceptible, doing so on a pay site is not. Sally Mae Gets Raped By Nomad So my Ma says to me, Sally Mae, donÕt you be sneakinÕ off to the swimminÕ hole, you got chores to do, but gosh it was just so darned hot I decided to take a quick swim after feedinÕ the hogs. Ever since I been fillinÕ out sheÕs been tellinÕ me not to be swimminÕ naked either, but there werenÕt another soul around, so I decided IÕd take a chance. Jeepers, the cool water felt great. It must have been a hunnert degrees out. I splashed around a while, coolinÕ off, making like I was a dolphin or something, and just as I was gettinÕ ready to get out I notice this fella standing there. He was dressed kinda fancy like, like a city boy, and I says to him if he wouldnÕt mind turninÕ his back while I got out and got dressed, and what does he do but start takinÕ off his clothes! I say we ainÕt been properly introduced for somethinÕ like this, but he says we gonna get introduced real good in a minute. I could tell his thing was real hard already when he pulled his pants off, and when he pulled his shorts off- gosh, golly and gee whiz!- It looked like one of my MaÕs rollinÕ pins. I says you ainÕt usinÕ that thing on me mister, I ainÕt no horse yÕknow, and he says you think itÕs too big for a little filly like you, and I says it most certainly is, but he lets loose with all sorts of bad language, sayinÕ heÕll make it fit. He comes into the pond and grabs my wrist, pullinÕ me out, wrasslinÕ me to the ground. Now, IÕm a pretty strong gal, I been breakinÕ horses and haulinÕ bags of feed ever since I was a youngÕun, but golly, this fella was just too much for me. He pins my arms down and pushed my legs apart with his knees. I says canÕt you think about this mister, I ainÕt too experienced in things like this, and that big doodle of yours is likely to split me in two, but I guess when a fella gets in that condition there ainÕt no stoppinÕ him. He puts the thing up to my little place and starts a pushinÕ and a pumpinÕ. IÕm yellinÕ that there ainÕt no way itÕs gonna fit, but he starts usinÕ more words that I ainÕt gonna repeat, sayinÕ heÕll be havinÕ his way with me even if it kills me. I says back to him that thatÕs a likely possibility. It was like trying to fit a bull into a gopher hole, but after a while my womanly place gets all kind of wet and slippery- I guess it happens automatically, it certainly werenÕt none of my doinÕ- and he manages to start workinÕ that big olÕ Louisville Slugger in me and Lordy! I been thrown off more than a few buckinÕ broncs at the junior rodeo, and stomped on by Ôem as well, but I ainÕt never felt anything like this. IÕm howlinÕ, beatinÕ on his chest tryinÕ to get him to stop, but this city fella keeps whalinÕ away, aparently enjoyinÕ hisself quite a bit at the feelinÕ of his big old thing squeezed into my womanhood. So heÕs pumpinÕ away, like a steam locomotive cominÕ down Tahachpe grade, and IÕm strugglinÕ, tryinÕ to get this perverted city boy off of me when all of a sudden this fella lets out a groan like a grizzly bear or somethinÕ. He holds still and- gee willikers! He starts creaminÕ and a creaminÕ like there werenÕt no tommorrow, fillinÕ me full of the stuff. I canÕt exactly say I was sorry he did- all that slippery stuff certainly made it easier on my privates, this fella beinÕ built like an oak tree and all. After he had pumped it all out he starts easinÕ it in and out again, askinÕ me how I liked it. I says golly, I feel like I been through a stampede. Finally this fella rolls off of me and lays beside me, gaspinÕ and a groaninÕ. I wipe the sweat off my forehead and start to get dressed, sayinÕ, gee mister, you could give a gal a chance to say no, not every girl is built to take a big old tool like the one youÕve got. Us country folk are polite, and after sharinÕ an intimate encounter with him, even if he werenÕt too gentlemanly about it, I decided I ought to invite him over to my place for a glass of iced tea, and to meet my folks. I started thinkinÕ maybe he wasnÕt such a bad fella, and maybe it would be nice havinÕ him around, but when I noticed him lookinÕ over my little sister Cindy Lou, well, I decided he better just be movinÕ along............ -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----